Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
“Chase,” she moaned and grabbed my shoulders hard. “Please.”
Not noticing her distress, and I doubted anyone else did, the master of ceremonies beckoned everyone to cheer as he proclaimed, “Welcome Chase Stone’s new beautiful girlfriend, Jasmine Montgomery!”
The crowd cheered some more, and I pushed the toy’s control button for the highest level. She shrieked against me, “Chase!”
“You’re mine.” I nibbled at the bottom of her earlobe. “You know that, right?”
“Yes.” She trembled against me.
The master of ceremonies glanced back at us, waiting for Jasmine and I to start the opening dance. I shook my head and hoped he understood that I needed a few seconds or maybe even one delicious, throbbing minute with my treasure.
The crowd clapped, but in that moment, I shut them all out.
Her voice was a low murmur as she slowly rubbed her breasts against my chest. “Stop it, baby.”
I kissed her neck and looked over the crowd, who’d centered all of their attention on us. Many pointed. All clapped. Even a few whispered.
They can wait.
I’ll start when she’s done.
“How good does it feel?” I kept my finger on the button and glided my free hand over her supple behind. “Do you know how many men in this ballroom want you?”
“No.” She rocked against me.
“Good.” I held her closer to me with one arm, and continued to keep the button down on the control with the other hand.
God. I want to fuck you.
“Please, Chase.”
“Please what, baby?”
“Oh never ... mind ...” She leaned in and bit my neck.
All of her subtle attempts at maintaining composure fell to the floor. Slowly, she gyrated into me. Who knew if anyone understood what was going on? I could barely keep standing as my dick went even stiffer. I pressed against her and she rotated those hips.
The crowd clapped louder. They probably figured we were making out.
“How wet are you, tesoro?”
“Dripping.”
“All down those thighs?”
“Yes, baby.” She tightened her hold on me and rocked some more.
“God, this is cruel.” I squeezed her behind, my fingers getting lost in the cushion of her pillow-soft ass. “You know what I would do with that wetness?”
Her words were breathless whispers. “Lick it up.”
“Yes.”
She moaned,” Oh God!”
Some of the clapping faltered. The master of ceremonies turned back to me. I released Jasmine’s behind and gestured for him to get the orchestra going or at least do a damned trick.
Keep the baboons busy. I want to hear her come.
Who knew if he truly got what I was saying. If Jasmine moaned like that in my ear one more time, I’d throw her over my shoulder, rush us out of the ballroom, and fuck her until that sweet voice went raw.
“I’m coming.” She fell against me.
I had to use all of my energy to hold her up.
Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. Is she about to go to sleep?
“Jasmine?” I released the remote control, held her close to me, and whispered in her ear, “Are you okay?”
The longest minute passed.
After that, she stood on her own, without my help and frowned at me. “Do not touch that goddamn controller again.”
“Yes, tesoro.”
“Tesoro, my ass.”
“Your ass is a nice one.”
“Chase,” she hissed and tried to walk away.
“Where are you going? We aren’t done.”
ACT ONE
Chapter 1
Jasmine
The crowd roared, when we finished the dance. One would’ve thought, with the extravagance of it all, that Chase was Prince Charming, and I, Cinderella.
Chase represented a true fairytale prince. The sweetest words left his full lips. And when he looked at me, I fell into those green eyes that boasted amber hues around the irises. His face showed no splotches or blemishes—just smooth tan skin over sculpted feathers. Midnight-black waves framed his face, and if that wasn’t enough, his body remained chiseled and fun to touch. Every part of him screamed money, from the designer clothes to those manicured nails.
He was my real-life Prince Charming.
But no one ever wondered why Cinderella really ran away from the castle, and even the prince.
Sure, there was a midnight deadline.
Sure, glass slippers sparkled, pumpkins transformed into gold carriages, and a fairy godmother granted a wish.
And about that wish from the dear old fairy godmother ... that was crap. Why didn’t the woman wave her wand and help Cinderella better her situation? Why not transform the pumpkin into a plane and fly her away? Why not change the mice into marketable college degrees, and perhaps say some magic words to boost Cinderella’s résumé?
Maybe, she needed to consider her career versus taking her hopeful behind to the ball.
What am I doing here?
As usual, Chase had me dressed up like a doll.
I bet he played with Barbies when he was a kid. I bet he hid them in his room and forced them to get waxings and wear spiky heels.
“You look angry.” Chase guided me off the dancefloor. “And that’s saying a lot being that you’re wearing a mask that covers half of your face.”